Dimly lit hotel room. Low hum of the air conditioning unit in the background. Innocent luggage cart placed centrally near the window, completely unaware that it is about to be corrupted, it’s virginity taken from it with lengths of beautifully red rope and Sir’s hands.

He instructed me to dry off completely, then to stand waiting. Naked, nipples stiff and goosebumps on my skin, breathlessly anticipating that first touch, I waited, watching Him take one roll after another from the bag and lay it on the bed.

A few steps and He was behind me, draping the rope around my chest, pulling it, knotting it. I held my breath as it raked over my skin, that familiar glide making my eyes close and everything inside me go still. Now and then I would open them and look down, watching the harness coming into being. This one was different than any He’d done on me before.

When He got it just like He wanted it, He moved me closer to the cart and started on the rest. I was anxious, excited, aroused… Amazing what the thought of being suspended does to your body. Knowing it was coming. Hoping and willing your body to be strong enough so that you can stay up longer than the last time. First He attached the chest harness to the ring so we could test it. I can’t begin to explain how incredibly happy I was when I realized that it didn’t hurt…at all. No shortness of breath, no extreme pain under the arms or on the collar bone. He had done it. He’d found the perfect tie for me. I was elated.

He bound and tied off the thighs, and then tied me up like a marionette, right wrist tied to right ankle, left the same, each rope going through the ring, in such a way that when I pulled my hands downward my legs would raise. When I’d push my legs out straight, my arms would go up over my head. Another new twist…there was a knot right in the middle of my palm, something to hang onto. I adore that knot!

For a short time, we were laughing and checking everything out, and then, it changed. He was behind me, between my knees. He touched me, then the vibrator touched me, then the saw touched me, and I saw stars. Suspended, shaking, writhing, moaning, hands clenching and unclenching, then grasping again and again over the knots in my palms.

I lost track of time. I do remember needing a short break… Not because the binding was hurting, but because I had become too limp to keep my core tight and combined with being seriously out of breath, I just needed a moment to right my equilibrium. He helped bring me down and asked me if I wanted to be released, or just needing a break. Just a break, I replied breathlessly, and laughed. I wanted to go back up!

Sometime later, He released me, all except for the chest harness. Time for our after routine, cigars, tequila (or wine), and talking. We slipped outside and sat together in the dark, sharing a drink as He smoked. I was freezing, shivering not just from the cold, but from the after effects as well, and chivalrously He removed His light jacket and handed it to me.

When He was done with His cigar and the wine was all gone, we headed back up. We laid on the bed, side by side, and He let me kiss his body the way I love to do. That is one of my favorite things, when He just lays back and allows me that time to touch, kiss, smell, taste and hear Him…

He sat up briefly and moved, repositioning himself to lean against the headboard. Then the shift happened. You know the shift I’m talking about. It’s when the energy changes, when the spring is pulled back and released, when you go from lovingly licking and kissing His cock to being gagged on it, when the hand in your hair goes from caressing to tightly gripping and pulling, when the muscles in His body go from relaxed to taut, and the mmmmm sound is replaced by a strong and clear order.

With tears streaming down my face (damn gag reflex!), I choked on Him like He wanted, and suddenly, He moved. He moved out from under me and told me not to. On my knees, I felt him touch me from behind, and then something cold and unrelenting pressed against my ass. I knew that feeling as it slid into me and curved up over my lower spine. The hook had been inserted and tied tightly to the harness I still wore. I don’t believe He tied my hair into that time because I could still lower my head, but doing so pulled hard on the hook, so I couldn’t bow my head without putting a lot of tension on it.

Whatever He had done, He had effectively limited the range of motion of my head, which became a very apparent obstacle for me to overcome when He climbed back up to the headboard, spread His legs and said “Continue”. The more I lowered my head to lick or suck as He directed, the more the hook yanked on my ass, the more I had to arch my back to relieve some of the pressure, and the more aroused I became. When He told me to ride Him, it was a wonderfully welcome order, and after a few moments of struggling to move into place because of how I’d been rigged, I sank blissfully onto his cock and had the first of several orgasms.

Rocking back and forth, his cock inside me and the hook in my ass competed for attention. It threw me off, not able to focus on one or the other but for brief seconds at a time, until I reached a point where it was all just one massive sensation that was intoxicating and overwhelming.

Sometime later we must have drifted off to sleep because my next memory is of the alarm going off the next morning.

He told me to wear a black dress. Wear the dress and bring panties, but don’t wear them. I replied with the standard “Yes, Sir” and started gathering my things together for the evening. I had no idea where we would be going, but that was standard too. Everything unfolds as He wishes, and it’s always a surprise for me.

I got to the hotel and His truck was parked in the drive, but He wasn’t in the lobby. I waited there for Him there, dressed in a low cut, tight black dress, heels, makeup done, wondering what we were going to be doing. When He came out of the elevator pushing an empty luggage cart, I couldn’t help but smile at seeing Him. He walked past me, put it back in its place and said “Let’s go”. And then we got in the truck, He leaned over and kissed me, and I literally felt like swooning. The cologne He wears is intoxicating, and combined with the taste of His lips, makes for a dangerous combination.

We talked as He drove, getting caught up on what had been going on lately. He’d been very swamped with some business for work, so we hadn’t had much chance to just talk. It was refreshing to be past the stress of the recent weeks. I told Him about going to the rope bomb and our friend visiting, and the trip to the toy store. I had purchased a new one to play with. He asked if I’d gotten the anal plug I’d wanted and I hadn’t. When He asked why, I told Him that it was because I was a bit overwhelmed at the selection, and truthfully, because I was hoping that He would pick one out for me. At that moment, I had no idea how that topic would come into play soon after.

During the conversation He asked when was the last time I had masturbated, so I told Him. And the time before that? And before that? Somehow that led to me telling Him about being frustrated, though that’s not the right word for it. It’s not a sexual frustration I’d been having. I think I can explain it here easier. Sometimes when I try to put something into words when I’m near Him, it just ends up coming out all garbled. It’s not my fault though, He just has a pretty powerful effect on me.

So, not frustration. More accurately, a craving. Craving His dominance. Little things, the things He asks me to do for Him, the tone in His voice, the feel of my hair in His grip, His hands on my throat, that look in His eyes when He takes whatever He wants, and that high I get when He does any and all of it. Lately I’d been feeling like a drug addict jonesing for their next fix. When He’d texted the night before and asked if I was available to have a session, I couldn’t answer Yes fast enough. I didn’t just want to, I was craving it.

He took me a very nice restaurant for dinner, and it was lovely. We sat on the patio and talked some more. It was an excellent meal, and when we were through, He said “Give me your hands.” I stretched my hands out to Him across the table as He reached into His pocket and withdrew something. Opening my hands, He placed an anal plug into one, and then a small vial of lube in the other, and closed my fingers over them. I know I had to have been blushing because I felt my cheeks go hot.

“Go…”, He said.
“Now?” I asked.
“Now.” He smiled and I laughed, then off I went to the restroom to complete the task.

I learned a couple things I hadn’t known before since I’d never used one while attempting to walk around at the same time. One, the base of those things definitely take some getting used to. Two, there is NO way to NOT be aware of it with every single step, especially when it has slightly sharp edges. And three, despite how (ahem) skilled your nether region’s muscles are, it WILL attempt to slip out because the very same lube that eases it’s entry has the exact same effect in reverse.

Back into the truck and driving again. This time, as we drove further and further into the city, I was even more curious than usual. I truly had no idea where he was taking me, not at all. When He pulled into the XXX video place, my mind was racing. I’d driven by this huge place a million times, but never been in it. Turns out, it’s got a toy shop inside. We had fun looking over the selection and even found something for Butterfly!

When we got back to the hotel, He told me to change into my swimsuit. We were going to get in the hot tub and relax for a while, He said. Then He grabbed me and kissed me in the elevator in that way that makes my toes curl. Hot, steamy water, dark shadows, a covered chair to partially hide behind, our skin gliding, slipping, His hands on my body, mine in His hair….yeah, relaxing wound up being the furthest thing from what we actually ended up doing.

First, He pulled my top up over my breasts and let it float there on top of the water. Then He put me on the opposite side, pulled my legs up and told me to masturbate for Him. Of course, that’s when the hotel’s front entrance becomes a gathering place for some of it’s occupants. Though the hot tub area is somewhat dark, and a bit back from the fence, which is just slightly further back from that entrance, we were definitely within view HAD someone decided to look our way. So, Sir moves me to the other side so my back would be toward them, but the order remains, and so I begin, awkwardly at first. I always find it awkward, not really sure why. But at some point, His body was on mine, His lips on mine, and my hand between us was not awkward, it was being pushed against me in just the right way by the pressure of Him. When He brought His hand up and slapped me, told me to cum for Him, to let go, my body didn’t hesitate, it just did what it was told.

He switched our places and sat me astride Him, pulling aside the bottom of my swimsuit and entered me. The anal plug had remained, so I was doubly full, and as my breathing sped up and gasps escaped my lips, I wondered here and there if the group of guys standing outside could hear me. It’s funny how you switch focus back and forth when you’re doing something like that, knowing that you could get caught any second. One moment, I was glancing over their way to see if we’d been spotted, and the next, He would push up into me, my eyes would close, and there was nothing in existence but that feeling.

When He moved me again we were facing toward them, this time He took me from behind, my hands gripping the sides of the hot tub, head barely above water, trying to stay somewhat below the ridge and out of the line of sight, but without going completely under water, I could still see them. It added an incredible eroticism to it, watching people doing something so normal, standing there taking amongst their friends, while He was doing what He was doing to me, knowing it would only take one of them to accidentally catch a glimpse of movement, wonder what it was, and train their eyes upon us, but none of them did. At least, they didn’t give it away if they did.

He sat back against the step and I was stroking Him, first with my hand, and then with my mouth. He was trying to keep my head low, and that resulted in my face being partially underwater. With Him thrusting upward, the water begin to splash, and I managed to plug my nose and still continue until He came, filling my mouth with a combination of chlorinated water and His cum.

I laid my head against His chest and He held me close to Him for awhile as we relaxed. It was time to go up.

Sir picked me up just before six pm last night and we headed out to a local SAADE class on caning. I won’t lie, just the thought had me fidgeting and uncomfortable, but I endured. Took a good while for me to finally relax though. We met some a couple new people and the class was informative.

Afterward we headed out for a bite to eat. Yum, sushi. Then it was off to the hotel room. We used a cart to take everything to the room. He went to shower and freshen up and asked me to get the cart that was in the hallway and take it back down to the lobby, come back up, out the vibrator on the bed, then kneel, naked, facing the windows.

He pulled out all the lovely red rope, put me in a chest harness, then added gunslingers, and we tested out the ties around the chest using the luggage cart.

I got to spend some time sucking His cock after that. And playing with the vibrator. But my brain doesn’t do the two things simultaneously very well, trying to please Him and trying to orgasm at the same time. So, of course, sucking Him won.

He made me orgasm plenty after that though. First by bending me over the bed and taking me from behind, putting the vibrator between our bodies another time, then later adding some DP play. I can’t describe everything exactly because I have no idea what He was using, but it was awesome.

After that, He used that little metal wheel on me, and alternated it with the flogger, and that was seriously intense, I didn’t know whether to laugh or moan. I ended up doing some crazy mix of both.

Sometime before 5 am, I rode Him one last time and then we fell asleep. This morning He woke before me, went down for breakfast and brought some back for me, along with coffee. We had a nice quickie before getting up and heading out.

It was an amazing night, and the soreness I feel today is a lovely, lasting reminder.

It had been a rough week for me. Couple of weeks, actually. Not the usual ‘ran out of milk’ or ‘kids acting up’ kind of stuff, but the ‘one crappy thing after another’ kind of stuff that make you feel as though Murphy has taken a seriously personal interest in fucking up your world.

And then you can add in stress from work on top. Having to work practically straight through an entire month was not on my top ten list of things to do for Fall.

Having had little time together throughout the month, Sir decided that we would spend the weekend together. Butterfly was visiting friends, so we worked out my schedule around work, seeing the kids, and spending time with Him.

I went over Friday night after I’d gotten the youngest down. He asked me what I’d like to do for the night, go out, go swimming, stay in, whatever. I opted for stay in. I can’t thank Him enough for being understanding, it truly was a difficult time I was going through, and what I needed more than anything was just to be held. That’s what He did, He held me, and I alternated between crying it out and talking it out. He listened. That was the beginning of our weekend.

As for the steamier parts, it should be apparent by now (if you happen to follow my writing) that I tend to remember things in bunches. Snapshots, if you will. Still frames and video clips of the moments that stand out to me for whatever reason. So I’m going to write them as they come to me, stream of consciousness type thing.

He was going to show me something on the laptop, a video I think, but I had an overwhelming urge just to kiss Him. I asked if He could wait just a second, and that’s what I did. That kiss turned into another, and another, then a longer one, then stroking and touching… Hot, erotic, sensual, and….

Me spending a wonderfully unmeasured amount of time sucking His cock, and licking Him, and tasting Him, and even some light hearted banter, and a few giggles, some pictures taken…

Riding Him as He lay on His back on the floor for what seemed like hours, rhythmic grinding, slowly gripping, squeezing….

Bent forward over the arm of the couch, face pressed tightly against the fabric, His hand on my head, holding me in place, pounding, thrusting, pumping, hair gripped, twisted, in an iron fist, writhing…

Slippery gliding of rope against rope as He bound me for bed, positioned like a doll, just so, limbs lifted and turned as He put each in place, falling asleep next to Him, breathing in the calm like staring at the glass surface of a still pool, quiet…

Rushing off to work, tick tock, race against the traffic, time with the munchkins, cuddle, snuggle, off to bed, back to Sir’s place…

Vibrator buzzing loudly, powerfully, as I hovered over His face, the exquisite sensation of His mouth touching me combined with it, laying back on His body, head held up by His knees, masturbating for Him as He watched…

He cooked breakfast for us, pancakes, sausage, lazy Sunday morning, soaking up the last quiet hours, the world shut out a little longer…

Later, when I returned to it, that world seemed a bit less loud and a lot less stressful.